This is not my story, however, the author is completely unknown. I found it in The titillating Mind-Control Story Archive By Neil Simon bar Sinister. I may continue the history if it is ended, if the author does n't mind.

The Amplifier by Anonymous-002
1993

Jerry Gilman yawned and wiped his face with a towel. He stared blearily at his lookout man. Slowly, his optic focused on the grimace. 2:30 A.M. He carefully put down the solderingJerry Gilman yawned and wiped his face with a towel. He stared blearily at his watch. Slowly, his heart focused on the face. 2:30 A.M. He carefully put down the soldering branding iron and stared at the device on his bench.The Amplifier did n't look like much. A tangle of wiring and integrated tour. In the centerfield was one of the new room-temperature superconducing chips. He 'd had to scrounge it from the University 's Supplies Department ... well, he thought ... steal it, really.

The idea had come to him one day as he worked on his PhD thesis. He was working on a forked doctorate, Cognitive skill and Electronics. His dissertation had to do with 'coupling'to brain signaling. Originally, he 'd expected the body of work to pass to better EEG machines.But a breakthrough had happened. Jerry had realized that there were two position to communicating with the brain. And the new superconductors ... He had been working like a fiend for two months.

He had n't mentioned it to his thesis advisors -- the entailment were too huge. So he 'd had to venture to be working on his master thesis. This amounted to two full-time Book of Job, and the elbow grease was beginning to tell on him. He shut everything down and went to his apartment to clash. He slept for 48 hours straight, then returned to the lab.

In the Inner Light of day, the Amplifier looked even less imposing. His computation and mental test said it should form. But would it ? He placed the Amp into a small charge card box and put the whole in his pocket. In the other sac went the clayey battery pack which would power it. Grunting, he made a eminence to work on minimizing the king requisite. A fine wire ran under his shirt, up his cervix, and to a low adhesive material while on his synagogue. He covered the patch with a cap. Inspecting himself in the mirror, he decided the set-up was unnoticeable enough. Only the slim down wire was visible.

He strolled outside onto the campus. It was a cheery, brilliant day, and the green quadrangle was filled with students. Jerry switched on the Amplifier. He staggered, almost fell to his knees. A moving ridge of thoughts and emotions surged through his head. Frantically, he fumbled for the gain control. At last, he had adjusted the Amp so that he could take with the input.He explored the profit and other command. He discovered that he could control the range of the Amp, from a few feet to hundreds of yards. As a mere tyro, he decided to keep the scope short for now.

More surefooted, Hun wandered the campus, feeling a secret exaltation at being capable to literally read minds. With the Amp, he could riddle the thoughts of anyone within the device 's range. control surface thought, deep thoughts, emotions, everything.He had considered himself to be a cynic ; thought that nil he could possibly take on would shock or surprise him. He was wrong.

After a few 60 minutes, he switched off the Amp and returned to his apartment, shaking his head at the primal swamp of lustfulness which surrounded him. Tomorrow, he would experiment with the second function of the Amplifier. He plugged the battery pack into a courser and switched on his information processing system. He had some ideas for reducing the size and ability motivation of the device.

The following day, Jerry again attached the electrode to his temple and put the gimmick in his jacket air hole. He paused, briefly feeling butterflies. `` composure down, Jer, '' he told himself. `` What can happen ? If it does n't process, nobody will hump. And if it does ... if it does ... ''

His first subject had been selected long before. Bonnie Tsunishi, his department secretary. She was a beautiful oriental, about 20 years old. She treated Jerry with a combination of entertainment and barely-concealed contempt. To Bonnie, Kraut was just another untempting nerd, his work inexplicable, uninteresting, and impenetrable -- a hulk bore. He knew she usually arrived at her desk at 7:30 A.M., an 60 minutes and a half before most others were due to arrive.

At 7:32 Jerry entered the building and walked to Bonnie 's function. He strolled past her door, just to make sure she was there. He continued a few feet down the corridor and paused to throw on the Amp. He adjusted the addition. Reading her mind was promiscuous since there were no others nearby to generate 'background noise'. Kraut stood for a few min, rummaging through her thoughts and desires without her cognition. Then he took a deep breath and thumbed the button on the Amp labeled `` transmit ''. Carefully, delicately, he projected a lilliputian tendril of thought towards Bonnie 's creative thinker. Now he was in her head. Boche was shocked and elated at how easygoing it had been. The girl still showed no sign of knowing anything was happening to her.

A test. Jerry wanted to act upon her persuasion without her being aware of it. He grinned. Stepping into a shadowed post, he formed the thought, projected it. Bonnie came running out of her office, rushing towards the Lady room. Kraut had transmitted the touch sensation of severe bladder insistency. And she had responded ! Krauthead was elated. He had, in a sense, controlled Bonnie -- made her obey his will instead of her own. True, it was only by projecting a sense impression ... but it had worked -- and it was a start.

When she returned, Jerry tried a few early experiment. With each test, his power and technique improved. Finally, he decided to try a really big test. He walked directly into her office, but she did not see him. He had commanded her psyche to ignore his presence. As far as Bonnie was concerned, he was invisible. Grinning, he projected another thought. The lovely girl stood up and removed her clothes. She believed that she was in her bedroom, preparing for bed. Now he had her number around, slowly, as he admired her. Finally, fearing that others would soon come, he had her wearing apparel once again and return to her part act. She recalled nothing of this bizzare interlude ; Jerry had wiped her retention of the entire episode.

He went to his lab, heart throb. It worked ! With the Amp, he could read the mind of anyone he wished, and control the intellect of anyone as well ! His experimentation on Bonnie had shown that the Amp 's power was virtually unlimited. He could control thoughts, behavior, beliefs, and memory board. When he remembered to swop the device off, his deal was shaking.

Over the next respective days, Jerry worked feverishly on the Mark II Amp. The new device occupied less than a cubic centimeter. He built it into the skeleton of a couplet of glasses. The pick-up was improved, too ; he no longer needed the adhesive patch. It was ready to be tested. Today was Friday ; at 3:00 P.M. he was ready.

Wearing the new deoxyephedrine, Kraut decided that Bonnie would stay to be the data-based subject as he tested the new unit. Now more positive in the power of the Amp, he simply walked into her office and extended a mental tendril into her mind. `` Bonnie, please fall with me, '' he ordered, and she stood and followed him without a give-and-take.

He had her drive him to her apartment. Inside, without a undivided discussion from Jerry, Bonnie removed her habiliment -- except for a pair of midget nylon step-in -- and knelt before him. For the rest of the weekend, Jerry used the Amplifier -- and Bonnie -- to their limitation. He spent the time alternately using Bonnie 's body and programming her mind. After hours under the full phase of the moon power of the Amp, and the elaborated and inventive restraint of Jerry 's imaging, Bonnie was transformed.

If anyone had been watching, he would sustain witnessed an amazing weekend. Between periodic bouts of sex, Bonnie appeared to sleep. Sometimes she lay curled with her head in Jerry 's lap. At former times he held her promontory and face, looking into her eyes, which were wide with awe and wonder. But during these times, instructions, programs, symbols, and commands were flooding into her brain -- into her brain. She was entranced -- completely in thrall to the power of Jerry 's Amplified mind. Like a child in the hand of a god, Bonnie was helpless to resist. Her psyche was like charge plate, like soft clay, in the workforce of the molder.

Jerry explored Bonnie 's judgement and body deeply and completely. Soon he knew her more intimately than any man had ever known any woman ; she had no secret from him, could have no secrets from him. Bonnie 's judgement was violated more thoroughly than her body. Under the power of the Amp, her judgement was altered, transformed, and remodeled to Hun 's whimsy.

She awoke on Mon as Kraut 's helpless and devoted sex slave. She was deeply in love with him, had always loved him, and could not guess any other situation. She was obedient ; submissive and eager to do anything her Master desired. She knew how he 'd altered her ; she was fully cognisant that her condition was artificial, but she loved it, and simply could not even think of resisting him or disobeying. other change, less obvious, had been made in her head -- and body -- as Kraut had thought of them. Bonnie now had an almost innumerous content for oral sex. Her gag reflex had been totally suppressed -- at least when his penis was in her throat. And he had programmed her to think that she was addicted to his semen -- that she would die without fixture sexually transmitted disease of it.

As Bonnie joyously, langorously, gave school principal this morning, Krauthead told her, `` You are only the inaugural of my striver, Bonnie. There will be many others, all serving me as you do. But you will always be particular, for you were chosen as the first of my handmaiden. ``

'' Oh, yes, Lord, thank you, '' she cooed, then returned to her dim bobbing on his peter. It was Monday ; he had his new toy claim in 'sick'. He called her to his slope, and she ran to him, kneeling before him. He smiled down at her, admiring the curved shape of her neck as she bowed her head teacher. She was dressed only in diminutive gloomy nylon step-in and a twosome of panty-hose.

'' Bonnie, I want you to think about all the fille you know, your champion and acquaintances. '' Hun told her.

'' Yes, passkey. ``

'' Can you tell me which are the sexy, the most beautiful ? '' he asked.

Bonnie spoke up enthusiastically, `` Oh, Yes, master. I think Wendy Michaels ... and Susie Chin ... and Brenda Conners ... ''

'' amercement. '' interrupted Kraut. `` Are they students ? ``

'' Susie and Brenda are. Wendy works at Nordstrom 's. '' she said.

'' good. Wendy is probably at work. I want you to call Susie and Brenda, and invite them over. Do n't say why. ``

Bonnie went to the phone and began dialing. '' Susie ? Hi. Can you get over ? Oh, nothing a good deal ... but I 've got something you've got to see ! OK, I 'll be here ... bye. '' `` Brenda ? It 's Bonnie. Can you dribble by ? It 's not significant, but I want to ploughshare something with you. OK. Bye. `` She turned to Jerry. `` Brenda is coming right over. Susie has some things to do ; she said she 'll be over later. ``

Jerry smiled, `` Excellent, slave. Go and unlock the front door. Then you may legislate the time while we wait for Brenda by licking my cock. '' Bonnie spent twenty minutes, sweetly and gently licking and sucking. When Brenda knocked, Bonnie looked up at her owner.

'' Tell her to come right in, '' he ordered. She did. Brenda walked right in and stopped, stunned by the scene before her -- because Bonnie was still servicing Boche 's tool.

Jerry looked up at her and smiled. `` You can not move, and you can not speak. You will stand right there, and keep an eye on Bonnie turn over military service, '' he ordered, and Brenda was compelled to do exactly that.

As Bonnie continued her sucking, Jerry looked over the freshman. Blonde, about 5'4, trim and tanned. Big Brown University eyes. Her breast, while not large, were business firm, and her thighs were muscular and compressed. Brenda was wearing a brusque skirt and sweater, and Jerry was very occupy in what was underneath. `` Brenda, nobble your skirt for me. '' She did. Hun grinned at the shiny nylon panties she wore. `` Very gracious. Now turn around slowly. '' Helpless, she pirouetted. `` Lovely ass. I 'm going to enjoy that, '' he told the mute victim.

Ten second later, Bonnie had a taste of Jerry-sperm, and was lazily kissing and stroking his rapidly-softening cock. `` Bonnie, tell Brenda what has happened to you. '' Boche ordered.

Bonnie smiled happily. `` Brenda, I am Kraut 's striver, and you will be his hard worker too ! I belong to him ; I was born to obey and dish up him. I know you will be as happy as I am when you join us ! ``

Kraut told Brenda, `` You can address -- softly -- now, but you are still frozen right there. ``

Brenda, still holding her skirt up ( as she had not been commanded to glower it ) said heatedly, `` Let me go, you creep ! I do n't know what you 've done to Bonnie, but you 'd ameliorate not lay a paw on me ! I 'll never do anything to help you, and I 'll do anything I can to save Bonnie from you ! ``

'' Hmmm. Sure. Why not ? Go ahead, talk to Bonnie ; try to reason with her. If you can convince her, give her see that this is wrong, I 'll let you both go. '' To Bonnie : `` Go over to Brenda and listen to her. She has something she wants to say to you. ``

For half an hour, the panty-clad slave and the wintry miss talked. Brenda argued. She pleaded. She reasoned. Bonnie listened politely but was simply immune to Brenda 's logic. As far as she was concerned, Brenda was speaking gibberish, when she talked of feminist movement, women 's rights, self-pride, and so on.

Bonnie only smiled sunnily, and replied, `` Yes, that 's all very interesting, but I must serve my passe-partout '', or `` The Master owns me ; my life and body and soul. How could anything else be right ? ``

Finally, Brenda gave up. She wearily turned to Jerry, and said, `` I do n't know what you did to her, but whatever it was, I 'm not smart enough to discover through to her. But you 'll never do it to me ! ``

Jerry grinned. `` Why do n't you look at yourself, girl ? ``

With a start, Brenda did so. She found that she was completely au naturel, with her clothing lying in a neat raft on the floor.

'' I ordered your body to strip while you talked to Bonnie, '' he told her. `` Now come over here. `` Helplessly, struggling to resist, Brenda approached him, finally standing before him, only a foot or two away. `` You are naked before me, lady friend, which is fitting as you are about to set about a new life. Kneel before me. '' She did, helplessly. Boche reached out and touched her forehead. The power of the Amp surged forth. And Brenda became as Bonnie, a will and loving slave.

A minuscule later, as he was exploring Brenda 's head and dead body, Susie arrived. She was a petite Asiatic lady friend, with small chest but spectacular legs and hips. A similar scene to the one that had happened with Brenda was played out, except that Jerry had Brenda playing period Bonnie 's persona as Susie tried to 'talk her out of it'. Bonnie stood by, giggling at Susie 's exchange with Brenda, occasionally commenting to Susie : `` It 's no use, Susie, she will never listen, '' or `` You 'll understand soon, Susie, 'cause you 'll belong to our overlord too ! ``, or `` Ca n't you see that we belong to the Master, girl ? ''

Eventually, as had Brenda, Susie gave up. Then Susie, too was totally controlled and joined Krauthead 's growing harem. Later, he had Bonnie song Wendy and soon she had joined the group.

Wendy was a tall, lithe readhead, with incredibly long legs and copious tits. She had the body of a terpsichorean, and Boche found that she indeed had once dreamt of becoming a ballerina. Now she dreamt only of pleasing Jerry.

Boche looked at his lilliputian harem with immense satisfaction. They gazed back at him lovingly, with nothing but complete idolisation and entry on their faces. All three girls were dressed only in sexy intimate apparel, but this was perfectly normal to them. Jerry caressed and fondled their bodies, his script roving at will over knocker, ass, and puss, and they sighed and stretched for him. He put them through their step as sexual slaves, and their responses were perfect tense. He was in Eden, and so were they. The girls'programming actually made them rejoice when he thought of a new way to use their bodies, or some former chore they could perform for him. They leapt to do his bidding, eagerly performing the most humble and degrading job for him.

As they spent Sir Thomas More clip under his mastery, his control over them became ever recondite, more subtle, and more elaborate. Soon, he found that he barely needed to command them -- they began to display an almost telepathic ability to prognosticate his needs and desires before he could United States Department of State them.

On Tues morning, he sent Bonnie off to act with a fond pat on her business firm bum. Jerry planned to eventually throw her quit her secretarial job ; however, for now, Bonnie had to hold on her job, if only for appearance sake. Wendy, too, returned to her job, with monastic order to quit immediately.

Using the amp, he put the other dearest miniature to sleep. Jerry again wandered the campus ; this time, not as an observer but as a predator on the prowl. He used the Amp repeatedly, and each use increased his skill and command. As he wandered the campus, dependable looking females stopped what they were doing and lifted their skirt for him. He fondled and caressed them, and then moved on. Lowering their doll, the daughter went on with what they had been doing, as if zippo had happened -- and in fact, nothing had, as far as they knew.

He entered a schoolroom. Looking out at the seated scholar, he issued a genial dictation : all of the fille spread their branch. No one seemed to notice, not even the professor, who went on with his lecture without missing a metre. Jerry strolled through the schoolroom, pausing here and there to inspect a particularly lovely fille. When he 'd completed his inspection, he caused two of the sexy to suffer and bring together him at the spine of the classroom. He took them both, nosily, but the rest period of the students and the teacher did n't notice. He returned the lady friend to their can, his semen still seeable on their sass and hands.

He sauntered, unseen, into the girls'storage locker room in the gym. The power of the Amp ensured that none of the fille noticed him. He sat, grinning, enjoying the legion lovely views as young lady disrobed for showers or dressed after showers. He spotted one adorable Freshman and his prick became even intemperately than it already was. She was petite, blonde, with firm upheaval breast and remarkable hips and thighs. He walked up to her, sliding a tendril of control into her thinker. He read her instantly, with ease. Her epithet was Laura. He made some simple adjustments to her mind, and allowed her to see him.

'' Hello, Laura, '' he said.

She showed no surprisal at seeing a foreign man seemingly appear out of thinly air, nor any embarassment at her state of undress before him, or even any shock that a male was at large in the daughter'locker room. All this seemed perfectly normal to her, good manners of the Amp. For Laura, Jerry was instantly her beloved, and she was his willing slave.

'' Come with me, '' he ordered, and she followed him as if it were the most raw thing in the Earth. Finding a bench in the center of the locker room, he ordered her to kneel and suck his turncock. Laura complied, unzipping his trouser and eagerly giving nous.

As she did, he reached out with his mind, altering the perceptions of all those nearby. Girls began to notice what was happening. Ordinarily, there would have been an outcry and attempts to put a occlusive to such 'inappropriate'conduct. But the Amp altered the reply of all who noticed the minutes. They were compelled to draw near and watch. Compelled, but not willingly. As Laura slurped and stroked, a twelve or more girls became 'stuck', standing helplessly nearby and watching. Boche could feel them trying to dissent, trying to pull away and call for help, but they could not.

He looked down at the young girl. Her totally conciousness, all of her attention, was focused on his prick. For Laura, nada else existed, nothing else mattered. She existed to suck and pleasure this cock. Jerry knew she would continue until she died, were he to command it.

Now he looked at the growing rope of half-clad girls, his unwilling audience. One by one, he mentally ordered them to display themselves to him. Those who were more fully clothed were forced to take out their outer garments, retaining solitary pantie and underskirt or panty-hose. They turned, bent grass over, and performed early motions to set aside Krauthead to evaluate their charms. All did as commanded, but again unwillingly, forced by the business leader of the Amp.

Jerry selected one of the char, a Jr named Julie. She was a leggy brunette with milk-white hide and lowly, firm teat. At his mental bidding, she replaced Laura at his penis, and Laura took her spot in the circle of on-lookers. Slowly, Jerry had the girls do a 'rotation', taking bout giving nous. Finally, he returned to Laura, who was rewarded by an enormous spurt of semen. She managed to swallow nigh of it, but some ran down her back talk and chin.

Finally, Jerry decided to try something really spectacular. He triggered all of the miss in the room to orgasm at the same time. The orgasm was so intense that none could remain standing. He smiled, as he watched the naked and semi-naked miss writhing and flopping on the tile storey of the locker room, gasping for breathing spell and sobbing with delight. He noticed that, over by the entry, several lady friend had just entered the locker way and were still dressed in street wear. They too, squirmed and spasmed on the floor, overcome with orgasm.

Satisfied, Jerry had one of the miss clean him up, and left the footlocker way. None of the girlfriend remembered anything about what had happened during his visit, but all of the most beautiful retained subconcious mental programming which would fetch them to him later. Kraut smiled, congratulating himself at the smartness of this. Whenever he wished, he would trip this program, and the girl would come, helplessly, compulsively, to him. They would stand, would fight, but the course of study would play them to him, and then they would link his growing harem.

That night, Kraut amused himself with Bonnie, Wendy, Laura, and Julie. He had programmed Laura and Julie exactly as he had Bonnie, and the four girls served him joyously and eagerly. Brenda and Susie had been sent out to buy sexy lingerie for themselves and the others. He had his new slave suggest the names of other girls to him, and they eagerly compiled a list of the prettiest of their lady friend. Kraut would add them to his 'family'in due course.

The following evening, he left his sex toys at dwelling house ( for now, Bonnie 's apartment ), and visited the girls'dormitory. He walked into the lobby, where sat a senior young woman. She was the 'dorm proctor'who was supposed to prevent wildcat males from gaining accounting entry. The convention was that a male student would tell this attendant who he wished to see, and the proctor would bid the girl down to the lobby.

The proctor, a plain stitch girl named Carol, glanced up. She saw a beautiful coed, one she recognized as a resident, but for some reason she could not quite recall her gens. This was Boche of course, who was completely naked, with his cock already stiffening in expectancy, wearing only the methamphetamine which contained his Amp. Carol returned to her reading, never thinking to offer a challenge to the 'girl'who passed by.

Jerry rode the elevator up to the top level of the residence hall. He figured he 'd work his way down. He stepped out of the elevator, and grinned at the mass which greeted him. On the way up, he had used the Amp to egress 'instructions'to the residents of the top flooring.

Each girl now stood in the doorway to her room. Each was dressed in silky nylon scanty or in a shortie night gown. All stood at tending, their breast bare, eye straight ahead, like soldiers fix for inspection.With a raging erecting, Hun commenced his 'review of the troops'. He slowly strolled down the hall, pausing to look over the girl or girls who occupied each student residence elbow room. One by one, he caressed and fondled the girls. He read each one 's mind, and ingrained deep programming in each one. Sometimes, if he found a truly beautiful lady friend, he would linger. Once or twice he entered a girl 's dorm elbow room and took her. Finally, he had completed his 'review'of the base.

At his silent command, most of the young lady returned to their rooms, having forgotten completely everything which had occurred since he arrived. A few, still dressed in intimate apparel, followed him as he returned to the elevator. The same scene was re-enacted on each of the floors below.

Finally, Kraut emerged, still naked, on the land floor. Twenty young fille, dressed in adjacent to zip, followed him helplessly. The Amp ensured that anyone observing this parade would see only modestly attired scholar, apparently bound for the library.

* * *

Boche had a new theme which he thought would nicely compliment the exponent of his Amp. After some experiment, he found that he could memorialize and encounter back the mental impulses that the Amp produced. He then built a modest device he called a `` mind bomb ''. It was a flyspeck but powerful Amp, connected to one of the new gigabit remembering french-fried potatoes and a bit of `` paste '' circuitry. The whole thing occupied about one cubic cm. It could immortalize up to ten minutes of genial commands and programming, and would `` play back '' the program upon receiving the correct signal.

Grinning, Jerry decided to give it a test. He programmed the `` turkey '' and put it into a fancy ladies'carpus watch. The induction was connected to the wrist band. If the band was closed, the gimmick would set out working. Jerry also included a small thermocouple, which would trigger the twist when torso rut warmed the case.

Jennifer Michaels signed the UPS strip for the minuscule box and carried it inside her apartment. Frowning slightly, she tried to figure out who had sent her this software package ; she certainly had n't ordered anything. Shaking her lovely head, she opened the box. inside was a jewelry box with a card. The card said, `` For A Pretty Lady '', with no signature.

She opened the jewel box and found the watch. It looked like a prissy one ; she decided to try it on.The instant she snapped the watch clasp close, the device was triggered. A powerful blast of genial push surged from the watch. Jennifer gasped, staggered, and collapsed. The gimmick continued to give off its immortalize syllabus until its battery ran down ; Jennifer 's mind absorbed the political platform like a sponge.

* * *

Jerry was lounging by the pool, fondling two of his girls, and watching several others frolic in the water. Like all of his slave, they were topless, and wore only tiny nylon step-in, even in the water.

A striver approached, knelt, and murmured, `` Godhead, there is a fille here. She says her name is Jennifer. ``

He patted the two toys fondly and went to greet her. When Jennifer spotted him, she fell to her articulatio genus. Using his Amp, Jerry examined her mind. Her programming was perfect ; she had responded exactly as he had expected.

When Jennifer had regained conciousness, she had been under the total control of the bomb 's program. She 'd rushed to pack her undies and then to the airport, hurrying helplessly to his side on the first useable flight. aught mattered to her except carrying out the instruction which the gimmick had forced into her brain. The need to obey, to behave out the command to rush to him, Panax quinquefolius and pulsed in her intellect, blocking out all former opinion. She still wore the vigil, which was now dead, its battery spent.

Jen 's program had been vestigial ; little more than an imperative mood coercion to come to him. Krauthead knew he would need to adjust her creative thinker as he had the former slaves. It would be a pleasure. He smiled down at Jennifer, thinking of the possibilities of his new device.

* * *

Becky Woodrow Wilson and her female parent were shopping at the mall. Becky was 18, and was exceptionally beautiful. Her branch were exceptionally long, giving her a coltish goodwill which was extreme even for a youthful girl. Her long brown pilus glistened, and her soft brown eyes had an devoid and novel puppy-dog looking at. Becky and her mom had stopped for luncheon. They did n't get laid that Boche had been watching them for some meter.

As they chattered away over lunch, they did n't observe the strange man approach their table. When he sat down, Becky 's mother turned coldly to him, and said, `` I do n't come back inviting you to join us. please pass on our table. ``

Jerry smiled. `` I do n't think so. And you should learn some manners, bitch. ``

To Becky 's surprisal, her mother, instead of reacting angrily, seemed to switch her attitude completely. `` Yes ... you are decent. I 'm sorry. Please forgive me. ``

'' Very well, just do n't let it happen again. Now why do n't you innovate me to your delicious daughter ? '' Krauthead requested.

'' This is Becky. She is 18. I 'm certain you will like her. '' She replied.

'' Yes, indeed, '' Jerry remarked. `` Becky and I are going to become very close. ``

Becky did n't understand. What was her mother doing ? She did n't hump this foreign man. And her mom was acting as if he was an old booster, or as if he had some variety of ascendance over her. Becky became frightened. `` Mom, what are you doing ? I do n't like this. please mail him away, '' she begged.

'' still, Becky. Be squeamish to Mr. Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman. '' Her mother replied rather sternly.

Jerry turned to Becky, and said, `` Be quieten, little girl. Listen attentively as I give your mother her program line. ``

Becky found that she could not speak or take a speech sound. Or act. All she could do is listen helplessly as the alien spoke to her mother.

'' Spend a few time of day buying Becky a new wardrobe. Only underwear and nighties. Sexy things, in nylon or silk. Baby-dolls, underskirt, bikinis. Mostly in her size, but some in other sizes. Do n't buy too much in any one store -- not enough to draw attention to yourself. Stop when you 've hit the limit on all your course credit batting order. '' Jerry ordered.

'' Yes, Sir. '' Becky 's mother replied.

'' add your purchases home. Becky and I will already be there. Tell no one what you are doing, or why, or anything else about this. '' He continued. `` Go. ''

'' Yes, Sir. '' she happily answered.

Becky watched, helplessly, as her mother walked off without another intelligence, hurrying to begin her buying spree.

Now Boche turned to her. `` Come, Becky, '' he ordered, and Becky found herself helplessly following him. He drove directly to her home. Becky did n't know how he knew where it was.

Becky let him in with a key her female parent had given her. Inside, he had her take him to her bedroom. `` Remove your outer wearing apparel, girl. entrust your pantie on. '' Helplessly, she obeyed. She stood before him, blushing furiously. `` Turn around -- slowly. '' She turned. Jerry smiled in grasp. `` Very nice. You will do nicely. Sit on the bed. `` She did.

Boche began exploring her dresser. He quickly found her lingerie drawer and examined each little garment. Becky felt she would die from embarassment. She was furious, but could not say anything. He divided her undies into two piles, then pointed at one pile. `` You will discard these. Never to be worn again. '' The rest he returned to her dresser.

'' seminal fluid here. '' Like a puppet, she obeyed. `` Becky, put on a fashion show, using the undies left in your dresser. show each one to me, order me about it, where you got it, why you bought it. Then put it on and model it for me. I want you to go through the integral accumulation. Menachem Begin. ``

He seated himself on the bed. Becky, mortified with embarassment, found herself helplessly obeying. One by one, she took lilliputian Bikini scanty, half-slips, nighties, panty-hose, and teddies from the drawer. With each, she faced him, held the item up for his inspection, and gave a small description : `` These are flower clean pantie ... I ... I think I got them at Nordstrom ... I bought them 'cause I thought they looked nice against my tan ... ''

Then, again without the slightest ability to resist, she found herself removing the previous garment and donning the new one. Once it was on, she turned around slowly, to allow Jerry to take account it on her torso. Occasionally, he directed her to bow over or assume some other affectation. Once or twice, he had her put on another token to go with one she had just put on.

The `` style show '' seemed to go for hr and hours. At last, before she had gone through every garment, her mother returned. She carried cup of tea and handbag of lingerie into Becky 's room, and still More bags. Becky 's heart widened. There were hundreds of lovely nylon panties, slips, baby-doll nightdress, and other matter. A debauch of soft pastel colours, florals, and glazed fabric.

Recovering from her surprisal at this soaker of undies, Becky pleaded to her mother, `` Mom, help -- he 's making me do things -- making me undress and show him my pantie ! shuffling him bar ! I do n't like it ! ... ``

Her mother smiled. `` Now, Becky, Kraut is our original. We must obey him. You were born to serve up and please him -- that 's why I raised you. I want you to be a adept little slave and obey the passe-partout. You belong to him, now. ``

In electric shock, Becky began pleading anew. But this meter, Jerry made a gesture. She fell still and approached him, still dressed only in her disclosure nylon outfit.

'' All right. Enough of this plot. '' Turning to the female parent, he said, `` I shall now bind your daughter to me, even as you are bound. lookout as I complete her enslavement. ``

He reached out with the Amp. With practice ease, he adjusted Becky 's judgment. The teenager gasped, a little `` oh '' of surprise and pleasure, as his mind entered hers and began installing controls. In a few moments, the process was complete. Becky, 18 years old, fell to her genu in helpless worship of her lord .